Despite my success finding healthy options in the airport and
on the road, there were plenty of tasty and calorie-laden dishes
served to me throughout our travels. Unabashed, I ate and drank whatever was
offered to me because frankly, the meals were amazing! I ate the best
lasagne and schnitzel of my life, and drank these amazing Weiss Biers day in
and day out. To make matters worse for my waistband, the vast majority of
our time was spent sitting and visiting or sitting driving
from province to province. Near the end of our trip, my clothes seemed a bit
tighter and I was feeling a bit worse for the wear.
Our trip
was nearing its end. And as the sun was just starting to slink behind the
rolling hills of inland New Brunswick one night, I mustered up the courage
to sneak away from the group and step on a scale I had seen in one
of my in-law’s bathrooms. It flashed 154. When I was weighed at
my first doctor’s appointment, three months prior, I weighed in at 153 lbs. My heart and stomach sank. Clearly there must be some sort
of mistake! I quickly jumped of the scale, and racked my brain. The scale
flashed zero. It seemed to be working properly. What had I worn at the
doctor’s? Could what I was wearing now somehow account for the lack of weight
loss?!?! Nope. I knew I was looking for excuses. That brutal number was the
same when I stepped on the scale again and really only made sense. In truth,
working out had been intermittent leading up to the trip, and my typically
healthy, rounded diet was a far cry from the norm.
Deflated, I resolved to get back at ‘er. No, I wasn’t going to forsake all treats on so much as a daily basis. But, I was certainly going to follow my own exercise and
dietary advice in an attempt to right my wrongs! The next day I set
out and until now, really haven't looked back.
This weekend, on a trip to the interior of British Columbia, I found myself in front of a scale for the first time since my devastating encounter. Fortunately this time around, I knew my regimen has greatly improved. To make stepping on a scale less scary, I had just purchased jeans with a 28 size waist and am comfortably fitting into a dress size 8 (check out this post for my last measurements). This time around, the scale read 144. Doubting myself a bit, I had to see it read zero and stand on it again to ensure the number was actually real. Yet again, it was!
Now, I can finally say, I’m well on my way!
This weekend, on a trip to the interior of British Columbia, I found myself in front of a scale for the first time since my devastating encounter. Fortunately this time around, I knew my regimen has greatly improved. To make stepping on a scale less scary, I had just purchased jeans with a 28 size waist and am comfortably fitting into a dress size 8 (check out this post for my last measurements). This time around, the scale read 144. Doubting myself a bit, I had to see it read zero and stand on it again to ensure the number was actually real. Yet again, it was!
Now, I can finally say, I’m well on my way!
